the closed doors of perception

Taste the bitter, impotent mind

Fraught with self-deception,

Excised from existence, cowers

Behind closed doors of perception.

 

Broken mirrors strewn, reflect

Nakedness of the necrotic core,

Torment licks the bleeding brain

Like the ravenous, bestial whore.

 

Buried in the apathetic, barren cell,

Fetid stench of pestilent conformity,

As blinded vision is left clawing

At the scabbed face of reality.

 

(Z.Q.)

Done